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A mile in your shoes	By : NicolaeAnna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter five

“What are you doing Granger, couldn’t the schedule have waited until after I was done eating!” Draco snapped at Hermione once they were in a deserted hallway.

“I think I have it figured out!” Hermione said breathlessly.

“What?” Draco said, “Already? I haven’t been gone for all of ten minutes.”

“I had a rough idea what we had to do, but I couldn’t remember exactly. I’ll show you.”

Hermione turned on her heel and walked to their common room, Draco hot on her heels.

Once they entered the common room Hermione rushed to the books she had sitting out on the coffee table. Hermione pointed excitedly at one of her old potion’s books.

                “Right there!” she said, picking the book up and settling back onto the couch as she searched for the passage. Once she found the right passage, she passed the book over to Draco and he read aloud where her finger was pointing.

                “Ambreaux’s second law states that the counter effects of any potion are easily derived from that of the very core opposite ingredients of the original potion.” Draco looked up to Hermione. “Yeah, so. What does it mean.”

                “Oh honestly, Malfoy, you are as bad as Ron. We basically have to just follow the instructions in reverse with the exact opposite ingredient of whatever we had put in there. For example” She grabbed the potion book they had gotten the potion from and opened it to the correct page.

                “Three Billywig stings. The exact opposite of Billywig stings are Black Beetle Eyes.”

                “How on earth do you know that?” Draco asked.

                “It’s simple, I have read Potion Properties and Uses. It explains how to determine the opposites of each individual potion ingredient.”

                “How does a potion ingredient have an opposite.” Draco asked.

                “Nearly everything has an opposite in life. Same goes for ingredients. It’s just a weighing of the magical properties that compare two different ingredients, each ingredient has another that is perfectly matched but still opposite of it’s partner. There are only three ingredients that aren’t like that. Unicorn hair, Unicorn blood, and Twi-Dust, simply because there is nothing more pure than those three things. Even Dragon’s bloody is riddled with different species, but there is only one kind of Unicorn or one kind of meteor. Understand?”

                Draco just stared at her for a moment before responding.

                “Not really. But I’ll just take your word for it. So now what?” Draco asked.

                “Now we need to gather the ingredients. The original ingredients are Billywig stings, Bulbadox Juice, Salamander Blood, Shrivelrig, Lacewing flies, essence from each other, and of course the twi-dust. So going with the Ambreaux’s second law we would need-“ Hermione paused and did some quick thinking.

                “Well obviously black beetle eyes for the billywig, Nettles for the Bulbadox juice, Hmm, I’ll have to figure the other ones out.”

                “That’s brilliant Granger, we can go ahead and start the potion huh?”

                “Not exactly” Hermione said slowly, blushing at Malfoy’s compliment.

                “What do you mean, not exactly?”

                “Well, there are some problems. Most of these ingredients are easiest enough to gather, but it is preparing them that is the issue. The Nettles we need, those have to be stewed for about thirteen days, we can’t stew them in advanced so we have to wait until about two weeks before we can gather the twi-dust before we can even begin to think about stewing those. We have to pick the lavender (which is the opposite for the Lacewing flies) on the day we add it to the potion, but-“

                “But what Lavender is going to grow in the middle of winter.”

                “Exactly.” Hermione said.

                “This is going to be impossible.”

                “No, not impossible. I’m sure that if we talk to Professor Sprout we can grow those in the greenhouse, but I’m not going to lie to you and say this is going to be easy.”

                Draco sighed and leaned back into the couch.

                “So what can we do right now?”

                “Basically, just gather everything we can right now. I suppose we can do that on the next Hogsmead trip. One of us can talk to Professor Sprout about planting the lavender, and until our next move we’ll just have to get used to the situation we are in right now.”

                “I just wish there was some way to hurry this up.”

                “Me too.”

                They were silent a moment longer before they heard a tapping on the window. Draco jumped up and opened the window, an owl flew through the window and left as soon as it had dropped a letter on the table.

                “It’s from Dumbledore.” Draco said.

                Hermione ripped open the envelope and read the letter aloud.

                “Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy, I have spoken to each of your professors and we have went ahead and made it appear to the rest of the student body that you are in the appropriate classes. You will both continue to take your original classes. If there are any problems with the task at hand, please remember that my office is always open.

                Sincerely,

                Professor Dumbledore.”

                “Well, this will be interesting.” Draco muttered. “I’m heading to bed, this is all too much right now.”

                Hermione nodded. They both stood and headed to their respectable rooms before climbing into bed and falling instantly asleep.

***

                The following morning, after a quick shower (eyes squeezed shut) and a quick bowl of porridge Hermione found herself sitting in her first class, Arithmacy. When she walked into the room she got several shocked stares and whispers from around the classroom.

                “Why is Malfoy here?”

                “Anyone notice Hermione wasn’t here? I wonder why she dropped this class, it was her favorite.”

                Hermione walked into the room and took her usual seat near the front of the class. Unfortunately she ended up sitting directly ahead of none other than Ginny Weasley. Since Arithmacy wasn’t a very popular class each house was dedicated class time, no matter the year they were in. Hermione had originally loved this, since it was the only class that she didn’t share with Harry and Ron, she was glad to have a friendly face. Until now.

                Ginny was looking at her with a strange look on her face. As though trying to figure out if she really hated him.

                “Hi?” Hermione asked. Ginny’s eyebrows flew up.

                “What are you doing here Malfoy?”

                “Experiment for Dumbledore.” She muttered the agreed upon excuse.

                “I see. Listen, I do not know what you and Hermione have been up to, but something strange has been going on.”

                “What? No there hasn’t!” Hermione whispered back.

                “Mhm, I’m sure.” Ginny said.

                Hermione turned to face the front of the class, and heard Lavender Brown whisper to Ginny.

                “Why is Malfoy here? And where is Hermione? I was hoping she could help me.”

                “Hermione’s dropped the subject. I think it was too hard for her.” Hermione’s back tensed, listening intently to what Ginny was saying.

                “I mean, come on, I think that the pressure of being Head Girl finally got to her. I always knew that the stress of it would get to her, perhaps she isn’t as smart as she thinks she is.”

                Hermione whipped around to face Ginny.

                “Excuse me, what is your problem. I am-um-Hermione is perfectly smart enough to do this class and you know it Ginny!” She retorted before she could stop herself.

                A sly smile came to Ginny’s face.

                “Defending Hermione, are we Malfoy? And since when were you on first name basis with any of Hermione’s friends?”

                Hermione could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Ginny knew, or else had a good idea. Ginny was bright, there was no doubt about that, and she was very good at getting information out of people. Hermione panicked at the look of satisfaction from Ginny.

                “Listen closely, Malfoy, I know something is going on. Hermione is one of my best friends and I intend to find out what happened.”

                Before Hermione could respond, Professor Vector walked from his office and began his lesson, Hermione was distracted.

***

                “Oh my god, isn’t she ugly!” Pansy Parkinson shrieked across the room, pointing at Draco.

                Draco wanted nothing more than to sink into his seat and disappear. He had been spending the last ten minutes of his class being abused by his fellow Slytherins. He couldn’t believe that Granger went through this all the time. After, what felt like, the millionth time he heard one of his classmates hiss “mudblood” at him he clenched his fist against his quill.

                “And what on earth has she done with her hair! Finally realized that her hair is as horrible as everyone is saying? She must have finally washed it!”

                Draco’s knuckled were turning white around the quill. He forced himself to ignore them, but it was becoming nearly impossible.

                “You ok, Hermione?” Ron asked from next to him. Draco looked over at Ron and saw that the boy had a look of real concern covering his face.

                “Fine.” Draco said quietly.

                “You’re hair looks good, they’re just jealous.” Harry said, obviously attempting to make Draco feel better. Draco was shocked, he never really understood what it felt like to be Granger. It was horrible. No wonder she didn’t want to change her hair, it just gave everyone more ammunition.

                “Is it always this bad?” He muttered to himself.

                “What was that?” Ron asked.

                “Nothing.”

                “Hey, don’t worry about it. Parkinson is only horrible because she is such a fat cow.” Harry muttered.

                “She isn’t fat.” Draco said back, not sure why he was defending Pansy.

                “No, she isn’t” Harry, agreed, “but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a cow.” He said.

                “Yeah, and she’s ugly too. She looks like a pit bull.”

                “No I think that’s a pug, you know, those ugly little dogs with squished noses.”

                Draco felt a smile creep to his face. Draco looked at the looks on Hermione’s friend’s faces. He finally understood what is was to have good true friends. As much as he hated the two boys he could understand why Granger liked them. They were very good at making a bad situation seem better.

                After nearly an hour of, finally, figuring out how to ignore the Slytherins, Professor Snape excused the class. Draco stood up with the rest of his classmates, threw his heavy bookbag over his shoulder and followed Harry and Ron to his next class.
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